A New Collection of Poems Relating to State Affairs, from Oliver Cromwel to this Present Time: By the Greatest Wits of the Age: Wherein, Not Only Those that are Contain'd in the Three Volumes Already Published are Incerted, But Also Large Additions of Chiefest Note, Never Before Pub
1705 - English poetry - 591 pages
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Page 139 - tis a bolder thing to run away : The world may well forgive him all his ill, For every fault does prove his penance still: Falsely he falls into some dangerous noose, And then as meanly labours to get loose ; A life so infamous is better quitting, Spent in base injury and low submitting.
Page 5 - To such a tempest as now threatens all, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord ; What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, To rule victorious armies, but by you...
Page 2 - While we descend, at pleasure, to invade The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid. Our little world, the image of the great, Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves ; And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.
Page 3 - Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds. Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown. Could never make this island all her own.
Page 403 - April will not prove so unnatural a month, as not to afford some kind showers on my parched exchequer, which gapes for want of them. Some of you, perhaps, will think it dangerous to make me too rich ; but I do not fear it; for I promise you faithfully, whatever you give me I will always w(ant ; and although in other things my word may be thought a slender authority, yet in that, you may rely on me, I will never break it.
Page 474 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Page 137 - I'll not only pay him, but admire him too. But is there any other beast that lives, Who his own harm so wittingly contrives...
Page 4 - Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won, Than in restoring such as are undone. Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear; But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare.
Page 8 - Nor was he like those stars which only shine When to pale mariners they storms portend ; He had his calmer influence, and his mien Did love and majesty together blend.